He Who Sleeps On My Lap Poem by Ronald Baytan
He Who Sleeps On My Lap
My friend
who sleeps on my lap
loves someone else.
He says he is a man
and a man needs a woman
and I disagree.
We argue until he grows
tired of talking
and sleeps on my lap
on this chilly night.
And I sigh,
knowing he loves
someone else
but still sleeps
gently on my lap,
innocent, not knowing
that I am here
slaughtering
one wicked wish
that when he wakes up
I shall be his dream.
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4/26/2024 4:58:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Bitter sweet but I love it.